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So, this one time, heard a story—some Nevada joint, legal brothel, guy walks in, pays big, just to nap. A NAP! Paid $500 to snooze with a gal. Laughed my ass off, what a sap. “I don’t know how to love you,” Celine’d say to that moron. Me? I’d burn the place down before steppin’ in. Sticky floors, shady deals—hate it. Once read they got secret tunnels in old ones, like in Amsterdam, for sneakin’ out priests. Hypocrites, all of ‘em.

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You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

Progreso businessman and former City Council candidate plead guilty to drug trafficking charges